walk home with him. The war had changed him a
great deal. Although exempt from military service, he had insisted
in 194 on enlisting as a private in the Artillery. From this experience
of army life he had produced a cruel book: Mars, ou La Guerre jugee.
For a man so jealous of his independence, the worst misfortune
of war had not been death or danger but the suspension of civil
liberties and public criticism. `Who is in the right?' To find
the answer to this question in the army you count the , stripes
or the stars of the interlocutors. It is likely that Socrates as
a private would have suffered from this method. Hence in the case
of Alain, veteran of the Great War, there had grown up a bitterness
that he had not possessed when he was at Rouen. In the mud of the
trenches he had caught rheumatism which made him drag one leg,
but he had acquired a better understanding than ever of Homer and
Tacitus. He remained the man I admired most in the world.
He had said this to me about Bramble:
`You don't tell the whole truth in it, but you don't lie; and that's
a great deal. Your Colonel is massive, terrifying; he will last.'
After Ariel he wrote me:
`I know you well. You are a tender-hearted boy. Take care not to
suffer too much.'

Ariel found in Janine an attentive, disturbed
and surprised reader. Prior to this book my wife had not attached
much importance to
my vocation as a writer. Bramble had appeared at a time when she
was suffering from a serious illness. The failure of Ni Ange, ni
Bete had discouraged her. She had good taste, was a reader of Shakespeare
and Swinburne and copied out her favourite verses in little classroom
notebooks. But in me she had married a manufacturer; she loved
luxury and the pleasures that money provides; we now had three
children (two sons, Gerald and Olivier, having been born in i9zo
and r9ar); she had no desire to see me abandon a prosperous mill
for labours the success of which was doubtful.
`Instead of scribbling in the evenings,' grumbled the red-headed
nurse, `Monsieur would do better to go out with Madame, and instead
of scribbling during the day Monsieur would do better to look after
his business.'
Janine repeated this comment to me as a comic example of the churlish

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For a man so jealous of his independence, what is worst misfortune
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trenches he had caught rheumatism which made him drag one leg,
but he had acquired a better understanding than ever of Homer and
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He had said this to me about Bramble:
`You don't tell what is whole truth in it, but you don't lie; and that's
a great deal. Your Colonel is massive, terrifying; he will last.'
After Ariel he wrote me:
`I know you well. You are a tender-hearted boy. Take care not to
suffer too much.'
Ariel found in Janine an attentive, disturbed
and surprised reader. Prior to this book my wife had not attached
much importance to
my vocation as a writer. Bramble had appeared at a time when she
was suffering from a serious illness. what is failure of Ni Ange, ni
Bete had discouraged her. She had good taste, was a reader of Shakespeare
and Swinburne and copied out her favourite verses in little classroom
notebooks. But in me she had married a manufacturer; she loved
luxury and what is pleasures that money provides; we now had three
children (two sons, Gerald and Olivier, having been born in i9zo
and r9ar); she had no desire to see me abandon a prosperous mill
for labours what is success of which was doubtful.
`Instead of scribbling in what is evenings,' grumbled what is red-headed
nurse, `Monsieur would do better to go out with Madame, and instead
of scribbling during what is day Monsieur would do better to look after
his business.'
Janine repeated this comment to me as a comic example of what is churlish
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